1 "Very tall and dark," I told him.
2 The guns have been going since dark, about.
3 It was very dark, very wet, very muddy, and so we splashed along.
4 Now, waxwork and skeleton seemed to have dark eyes that moved and looked at me.
5 But she answered at last, and her light came along the dark passage like a star.
6 It had been almost dark before, but now it seemed quite dark, and soon afterwards very dark.
7 It was a very dark night when it was all over, and when I set out with Mr. Wopsle on the walk home.
8 He was a burly man of an exceedingly dark complexion, with an exceedingly large head, and a corresponding large hand.
9 The shape of the letters on my father's, gave me an odd idea that he was a square, stout, dark man, with curly black hair.
10 She locked it after admitting me, as she had done before, and again preceded me into the dark passage where her candle stood.
11 She took it up, and we went through more passages and up a staircase, and still it was all dark, and only the candle lighted us.
12 The house was dark and shabby, and the greasy shoulders that had left their mark in Mr. Jaggers's room seemed to have been shuffling up and down the staircase for years.
13 As I put the window open and stood looking out, I saw Joe come slowly forth at the dark door, below, and take a turn or two in the air; and then I saw Biddy come, and bring him a pipe and light it for him.
14 To stand in the dark in a mysterious passage of an unknown house, bawling Estella to a scornful young lady neither visible nor responsive, and feeling it a dreadful liberty so to roar out her name, was almost as bad as playing to order.
15 As I knew it would be miserable at home, and as the nights were dark and the way was dreary, and almost any companionship on the road was better than none, I made no great resistance; consequently, we turned into Pumblechook's just as the street and the shops were lighting up.
16 I remember that at a later period of my "time," I used to stand about the churchyard on Sunday evenings when night was falling, comparing my own perspective with the windy marsh view, and making out some likeness between them by thinking how flat and low both were, and how on both there came an unknown way and a dark mist and then the sea.
17 I had known him the moment I saw him looking over the settle, and now that I stood confronting him with his hand upon my shoulder, I checked off again in detail his large head, his dark complexion, his deep-set eyes, his bushy black eyebrows, his large watch-chain, his strong black dots of beard and whisker, and even the smell of scented soap on his great hand.
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